Secret Twins For My Ex’s SEAL Best Friend (Billionaire Silver Foxes’ Club)

3. Delia

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Delia

That afternoon, in disbelief, I watched Kassandra chug down a mimosa. “How can you drink that right now? I’m so dehydrated. I feel like if I drank anything but water, my body would riot.”

“I guess I’m just stronger than you are,” she teased, winking at me over her champagne flute.

I mimed gagging as I looked over the menu, my entire body sore from the long two hours of class.

The classes are supposed to be six hours, and there are only four a month to finish the entire thing, but I had left early during my temper tantrum, and lucky for me, Kassandra had followed.

Even with leaving early, it was still so hard on the body. I felt like sweat had settled into crevices I didn’t know I had. Somehow, even my ears were sweaty.

Kassandra, on the other hand, looked like a pop icon, with tan skin, somehow even in Seattle, and long brown curls that touched her butt. Instead of sweaty, she looked glowy.

I felt frumpy next to her with my strawberry blonde hair matted in my claw clip and my workout outfit clinging to my skin with moisture.

A waitress in a little dress with an apron on top, on theme for the farmer thing the restaurant was going for, sidled up next to us and asked in a syrupy voice, “You both ready?”

I glanced over at Kassandra, who shrugged and said, “A side salad,” clipping her menu shut with a satisfying noise and looking at me.

The waitress took her menu, and I looked between the two of them, feeling nervous under their gaze. “Um…a side salad also?”

I shut my menu tentatively, and Kassandra rolled her eyes. She looked up at the waitress and said, “Give us a minute. Don’t put that order in yet.”

As soon as the waitress walked away, Kassandra leaned in toward me and muttered, “Hey, what’s wrong with you? You’re acting, I don’t know, not like your usual self.”

“How am I acting?” I asked, leaning back in my seat and sipping my water, avoiding her eyes.

“I’m not sure. Kind of like how you acted when Jeremy dumped you, all unsure of yourself and indecisive.”

Kassandra became my best friend at work and has quickly evolved into my best friend in life.

Sometimes, I felt like Kassandra saw me better than anyone ever has. Sometimes, I thought she should be the aspiring therapist, not me.

I sighed under her watchful gaze and gave up, avoiding it. “I don’t know. I feel sort of shaken up from class today.”

“So you couldn’t do six whole hours, who cares?” She scoffed and gulped down more of her mimosa. “It’s not like you were getting paid to do it. That instructor was hot, though, huh?” She waggled her eyebrows at me, trying to get me to laugh.

Little did she know the instructor was the problem. I grimaced, pulling my hair out of my ponytail and running my fingers through it. “That was Robert, my ex’s best friend.”

“Wait… the ex?” Kassandra whispered in a hushed tone, as though someone nearby might hear us and know who we were talking about.

I nodded forlornly, thinking about how many times in this past year I had mentioned Jeremy. Seeing him the entire year had been a special kind of hell, and seeing Robert had brought back the memory of how painful the breakup was, how blindsided I had felt.

I knew what Robert was saying, but I never knew how seriously Jeremy took it. It had hurt when he told me our relationship was wrong, that we could both get into trouble.

“That’s the one,” I confirmed. “Jeremy. And Robert’s a total jerk, too. He’s rude and standoffish and thinks he knows best.”

“He doesn’t come off like that at all.” Kassandra leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. “I mean, he teaches women’s self-defense classes. He seems like a really nice guy.”

Hearing that sent me over the edge. “Well, he’s not!” I exploded, my mind whirling with the memories of all the times I met him, which wasn’t very many. Any time he was around, he seemed like he was watching me and waiting for me to mess up.

He made me feel like a teenager again, my dad out on deployments, leaving me, my brother, and my mom to fend for ourselves. I always felt so out of place at school.

Other kids didn’t get it. They didn’t understand what that kind of abandonment did to a person.

When my parents ended up divorcing, I stopped seeing my dad at all. It was like the divorce had given him permission to be who he wanted to be, a fatherless man.

He sent cards when it mattered, but without seeing him, they felt like letters from a stranger. It was clear when I’d read them that my mother, bitter and lonely and overworked, had told him everything hard about raising me, and he used the cards to tell me to treat her better. They always did nothing but upset my brother and me. We never showed each other what ours said. I was sure his were just as distant and judgmental.

For the longest time, I had no sense of self. It wasn’t until I decided I wanted to work with vets and heal that part of me that it got better. Talking to these broken men gave me insight into my father, and while it didn’t fix it all, I felt like I understood him through them.

But being under Robert’s scrutiny had brought all that back.

“Look, I was too embarrassed to tell you this back then, but Robert is the reason Jeremy dumped me. He kept telling Jeremy that our relationship was inappropriate, that he shouldn’t date a student, and that he could get in trouble. It was crazy. He ruined our relationship. It was all Jeremy could think about. He started to get so paranoid. He wouldn’t even hold my hand in public, and then, eventually, he said he couldn’t be with me anymore.”

Kassandra regarded me carefully. She nodded while I talked and then sat her glass down and leaned forward, asking, “Do you think he had your best interest in mind?”

I looked at her like she was crazy. “I think he was a lonely, bitter man who thought I wasn’t good enough to tear his best friend away from the bars. He didn’t want some girl getting in the way of their bromance.”

“Delia, you are a badass therapist-in-training. No guy tells you who you are. I know that it felt like you couldn’t trust anything around you when Jeremy dumped you—”

“I thought he really loved me, Kassie. I thought we were going to get married.”

“I get it. But,” she put her hands up, like she was already fending off whatever I might say next, “you are under Jeremy. It was inappropriate, and he could have gotten in trouble. Plus, he shouldn’t have used his position like that. I’m sorry, but it kind of sounds like Robert was right.”

“He’d love to hear you say that,” I shot back, glowering at her.

Kassandra and I looked at each other for a few minutes, our minds in totally different places. I didn’t know how to explain the feelings that all of this was bringing up for me again.

But she was right about one thing. I was a badass therapist-in-training, and no guy should tell me who I was.

I needed to stand up straight and show Robert that his judgments didn’t make me who I was. Whether he thought I was good enough for Jeremy or not, I knew who I was.

I had worked through all these issues after high school. That therapy I’d gotten had been part of the reason I’d decided to go into the field myself. I couldn’t forget all of that because of some guy.

“Excuse me. I’ll be right back,” I told her, standing up to find the restroom.

On the way, I passed the waitress and told her, “She wants the side salad. I want the steak, medium, please, with a side of fries.”

I walked confidently to the restroom, feeling like I had learned something about myself from that conversation. I needed to take what I wanted. I needed to stop letting people tell me who I was or what I deserved in life.

As I washed my hands, I looked in the mirror, taking in my looks. I was too hard on myself.

When I saw Kassandra, I thought of her skin as glowy, but now that I was feeling better about everything, I could see it on me, too. My skin was tight and shiny, and my freckles popped up along my nose and cheeks. My lips were full and round, and my brown eyes were shiny in the light of the small bathroom.

The image of Robert’s lips, full, round, and an inviting shade of red, popped into my mind.

I shook my head, but the image was persistent, and I soon saw Robert’s lips careening toward mine. I could almost feel them smashed against me, could almost feel how hard my nipples had been at the class just looking at him.

What the actual fuck?

I hated that man. Why was I thinking about him this way?

But I couldn’t ignore the way I had felt when I first saw him, the way my body had reacted to his touch. It was like something in me had turned on and revved up.

My fingers explored my body, my hand sliding underneath my shirt and seeking out my hard nipples. I pinched them between two fingers as I looked in the mirror, my mind somewhere else, hazy with lust.

I could see Robert in my mind, reaching for me during class and picking me up, wrapping my legs around him and kissing me deeply in front of everyone.

A moan escaped from my throat, and my head dropped back, my open mouth turning up to the ceiling.

My eyes snapped open and turned to the door, and I scurried over to lock it, suddenly so aware of where I was and what I was doing.

I was masturbating in a public restroom while my friend sat outside it, waiting for me to eat lunch with her.

A stab of guilt went through my body as I pushed one of my hands past my waistband and toward the crop of trimmed pubic hair between my legs. I wanted to know what Robert’s face would look like between my legs, what he would do with his tongue.

What was wrong with me?

All I could think about was squirming under his tongue, pressing my thighs together, and feeling his hot breath against my insides. I wanted to feel his hair under my grip. I wanted to feel his lips rubbing against the crease of my thigh.

I opened my legs in shame. I let my finger drift to my clit and rubbed it in gentle circles, feeling the way heat bloomed in my chest like I had planted a flower between my legs.

I gasped at the intensity of the feeling. I could see Robert wiping his chin of my juices and sliding up my body to kiss me, to swap the taste of me from his mouth to mine, and the image sent my pussy pulsing fiercely.

I closed my legs instinctively, pushing back against the feeling, and let myself be overcome by it. I wanted to stop. I knew this was a risky thing to do in public. I knew that someone might soon come pounding on the door.

My mind was full of thoughts of Jeremy, of what he would think if he knew I was fantasizing about his best friend like this. I saw Jeremy all the time.

What if he could see it on me the next time I saw him? What if he took one look at me and knew how dirty I really was?

The thought did nothing to stop the beating of my pussy. I could feel the sensation in my stomach. I realized I was holding my breath and let out a long and deep exhale.

I could see Robert breathing deeply above me, pulling his cock out of his pants, hard and leaking cum with desire for me. I could see him guiding himself toward my entrance, just as slick, ready for him, sensitive from his mouth.

I sighed and opened my legs wide, imagining him saying to me, “I wanted you for myself. I ruined your relationship with Jeremy so that I could have you. It had nothing to do with you not being good enough. You were always good enough. You were just too good for him. I needed you to be mine.”

I let out a cry of delight and pushed one of my fingers inside myself as I came, letting myself be filled for even a second, although it didn’t come close to the girth and length my imagination gave Robert’s cock.

My musk filled the air as I orgasmed onto my finger, squeezing it and letting it go, and I continued to try and wriggle my finger deeper against the elastic fabric of my waistband.

I held my cries in with my other wrist, biting down onto the bone and letting out whimpers into my skin.

Once I was done, I leaned against the wall, stunned by my actions.

Had I just masturbated to Robert? The man who was the bane of my existence? In this bathroom with my friend just outside the door? Jeremy never got this sort of reaction out of me.

I awkwardly walked to the sink and washed my hands, looking in the mirror at my flushed cheeks.

I laughed a little at my face, at the way I had acted, at the thoughts that were so intense that my body had needed a release. At what I had just done.

The guilt was strong, but it was also so dormant that I could push it away for just a moment. Jeremy would never know what I had thought or what I had done about it. No one would.

I found Kassandra sitting with a half-eaten salad, swishing her glass of champagne and orange juice and scrolling on her phone. She looked up when I approached and asked, “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m just fine,” I told her as I slipped into the seat in front of my juicy steak.

I was going to eat every bite.